Come The Night

By Bradene

Thu, 25 Nov 2010
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shallow sleep envelops me,
feelings half formed flit
fleetingly through stulified senses.

Awareness is fogged
yet, some yawning ache
seeps to the surface

bringing me fully awake
thinking thoughts
fit only for the night,

my mind wanders
to that windswept hillside;
imagination irrational now.

How cold it will be, lying there alone,
perhaps my decision was wrong…

Incineration may be preferable,
my detritus scattered to the winds
must surely end my fear.

Certificate U
Poem
Macabre Moments
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
How sad this poem, I am so sorry to read this, as you put this as an Autobiography, it's true. I cannot imagine what you must be going through. I hope that you are able to get some happiness, at this time. Jenny.

 

Submitted by Bradene on
How thoughtful you are Jenny, thanks for your concern I have been quite ill for some time, and I've only just begun to write again on a regular basis, though I'll never be 100% better I am feeling stronger just now than I have for some time so I count myself lucky. Writing keeps my spirits up thanks for your kind comments. Valx

Submitted by Bradene on
Thank you very much for your kind support SC. Val

Submitted by Kahdai on
It is so nice you can write about and post this online like I have and it can be reassuring, I think you worry a lot and very thoughtful to prearrange it anyway. K

"I will make sense with a few reads \^^/ "

Submitted by celticman on
Hope this poem was cathartic (whatever that means) best wishes.